they try to make me go to rehab but i said no no no

Never out of the woods

…that’s foster care, right?

Holtzy’s case has been so easy overall so of course we were due a wrench in the plan.

Birth dad has been located (pending DNA test.) Worker and CASA fully anticipated him wanting to sign whatever necessary to sever any potential rights.

He said he wants the baby. He said he has known about the baby since he was born and wants him.

Yet he hasn’t reached out for seven and a half months. He’s about to go to rehab for a year (it was that or back to prison.) He has a very long record and obviously that doesn’t necessarily mean he can’t care for a child but it also doesn’t make me feel at ease. Our worker is frustrated. I’m trying very hard not to panic.

Worker is going to try to get abandonment on the basis that he says he knew about Holtzy from the beginning and did nothing. If that isn’t granted then we’ll have to wait until he gets out of rehab, let him try to work a plan, etc. Holtzy would be anywhere from 18 months to 2 years old at that point.

It never goes smoothly does it?

Angel in the Darkness (M)

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

Word Count: 5,468

A/N: This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

 part 2



Your mother told you that there was a purpose for what everyone does. That there is always a reason for someone’s actions; whether it was bad or good. If it was a good action, the individual has learned the most rewarding path to handle situations; regardless if it was easy or not. If it was a bad action, the person could reflect on it, and with guidance, they will learn the right way toward dealing with obstacles. And to this day, that is how you viewed life. If you handled something well, you would be rewarded in the future, if you handled it poorly, you would need to reflect on why you did such a thing, till you find the right path. With these beliefs, you always wanted to find the ‘purpose’ of an individual’s actions, and help them find the right way. So that’s how you ended up working at a rehab centre; helping mentally to find the root cause of someone’s poor actions, and leading them to a better future.

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NHL!Bitty, Pt. IV - RPF

@missweber requested NHL!Bitty dealing with Hockey RPF. This got a little longer than expected, with a side pairing of Jack/philly-cheesesteak. Takes place a few months into Bitty’s second season with the Schooners. 

Origin: From Samwell to SeattlePart I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping | Part III - Post-Season




The most annoying thing is that for all of the ‘Jack/Parse’, ‘Jack/Tater’, ‘Jack/Sid’‘Jack/fucking-every-player-on-the-east-coast’ fic, there are a whopping SIX  ‘Jack/Eric’ fics on Ao3. Six.

On one hand, Eric’s proud they’ve hidden their relationship so well, on the other, Eric is insulted. But really, with their disappointing portmanteau of ‘Jeric’ or ‘Zittle’, it’s not surprising they’re horribly under-appreciated.

“I just wish my fans were more creative.”

Over Skype, Eric watches Jack plow through a Philly cheesesteak with no small measure of jealousy. He’s lonely and hungry, and his asshole boyfriend is doing this on purpose.

“You know,” Jack says, talking out of the side of his half-full mouth, “if you let the Schoons call you ‘Bitty’ our name could have been ‘Zimbits’. That’s kinda on you.”

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Nobody deserves to be forgotten- Tree bros/ Connor X evan

Tagging: @sticki-notes


Somehow, despite all odds, Connor had survived. His dad was furious with him, yelling about how he threw away everything he was given, Zoe was completely silent, fury in her eyes, and his mother was … heartbroken. They sent him to rehab, and Connor knew that deep down they all wished he hadn’t woken up.

He sighed, twitching slightly as he tried to get used to being without drugs, they had given him nicotine patches to help ease him into it but it barely helped. They had also put him on mood stabilizers, to help him out with his anger issues and depression. Getting him to take them was a fight every morning.

It had been a week and nobody came to visit him, and frankly it was exactly what Connor expected. It wasn’t like anybody noticed him.  It wasn’t like anyone gave a damn.  He looked up at the sound of footsteps, sneering at the nurse.

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anonymous asked:

Also....I have one more. What about assassin andrew being sent to kill neil but falls in love instead au ❤❤❤

Mostly, Andrew Minyard slits his marks’ throats. One clean slice on the side, a severed carotid artery, blood flow to the brain cut off. A quick death. Not out of mercy, but out of necessity—cutting major veins is too messy, and severing a windpipe is too slow.

So Andrew Minyard goes for the carotid arteries. Mostly.

Neil turns to the next page in the folder. Some of Minyard’s earlier victims were strangled to death. A few have been shot, though likely as a last resort—police reports mention signs of a struggle, bullets in the back of the head like they were trying to get away.

Well, “victims” is a subjective term. Implies faultlessness. Innocence. Andrew Minyard’s victims are never faultless or innocent. Before the Moriyamas hired him, Andrew Minyard operated like a vicious Robin Hood, or a Batman-for-pay, taking relatively small fees to rid real victims of their abusers.

And now he’s after Neil.

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt. 8

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9



“Again? Didn’t we already talk about this?” your mother scolded with a sigh, as you two entered your small apartment.

She had gotten a call from work at the rehab centre, that you had gotten into another fight with the kids at your school. And this became an alarming concern to her since this was the third time this month that you had fought with others.

“I didn’t mean too…” the nine-year-old you sniffled, as you shyed away from your mother’s harsh glare.

“Y/n this is the third time this month that your school has called me!” your mother exclaimed tiredly from the kitchen, getting ready to prepare dinner for the two of you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered from your spot on the sofa, trying to withhold your tears. You knew your mother hated when you got into fights – you didn’t even like it either, but the kids always picked on you. You just wanted them to stop…

“You said you were sorry last time.”

“I know…” you mumbled in reply.

“Then why do you keep fighting?” she frustrated. “No matter what those kids say, you don’t put your hands on them.”

“But they wouldn’t stop!”

“Then tell the teacher-”

“They hit me first,” you interrupted. This caused your mother to pause in the middle of her footsteps.

“Why?” she asked in confusion.

“They just wouldn’t stop saying those horrible things, even though I begged them…”  you said as your tears started to fall.

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“Broken” (Chap. One)(Wings!ABO!Fic)

This is going to be an angsty start to our fic, so buckle up. This first chapter takes place over a few months. 

Trigger Warnings for mentions of panic attacks, past abuse, emotional breakdowns.

LIKE AND REBLOG TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE CHAPTERS

MASTERLIST HERE

Tissues, guys. Grab some.

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It had been an accident, finding Bucky.

Sure, Steve had been searching for Bucky for years, every chance he had, because he knew in his soul that Bucky hadn’t died after that fall from the train. Not Bucky. Not his best friend. And then to realize that the Winter Soldier, the assassin that the Avengers had been hunting for months– god, that moment on the freeway when the Soldiers mask had flown off and Steve had found himself staring into Bucky’s eyes–

Steve thought he could have screamed right then, staring at his oldest friend, who was staring right back with not a single ounce of recognition in his gaze. Steve could have screamed.

But instead he chased him, and when he lost him there, Steve looked for him everywhere else, country to country, city to city until he finally pinned him down in Hungary– a botched assassination attempt of the Prime Minister that drew the attention of half the world’s leaders and of course, the attention of the Avengers.

The team had blown into Hungary with a vengeance, ruthlessly tracking down every person involved in the plot, ripping through the terrorist cell responsible, and spending every spare second to look for the Winter Soldier. Every piece of their intel pointed to the Winter Soldier having left the area, fleeing back to wherever he called base, but Steve– Steve had just felt that Bucky hadn’t gone anywhere.

So instead of leaving with the rest of the team, Steve had done one last check on the last known hiding place of the Soldier, a shitty motel with leaking roofs and moldy carpet–

–and walked in on Bucky having a complete breakdown in the corner next to a messy bed.

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Nursey Week Prompt #4 - Sensitive/Shout.


“Wheel, wheel!” Nursey hears from across the ice, Coach’s shout resonating above the sounds of skates and sticks. Dex fires the puck up to Whiskey for a zone entry, but it’s nabbed by a defenseman from Colgate, who cycles the puck in for his forwards to chase.

Nursey gathers it on his stick and circles around the net, dodging a persistent winger. The puck gets caught on a dip in the ice directly behind the net and gets a bit away from his blade, so he looks down for half a second to collect it again.

The next thing he knows, he’s sprawled face first on the ice, half-curled into the boards on the far side of the net. The roaring of the crowd is muted in his ears as he dazedly tries to turn over and see what the hell happened.

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my favorite destiel fics with less than 500 kudos!!!

here are some fics i love that deserve more recognition!!!

A Change of Scene by SurlyCat

When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn’t expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.

A Simple Touch, A Single Look by jujubiest

Something is going on between Dean and Castiel, and Sam is determined to find out what it is. Meanwhile, Castiel puzzles over surprising aspects of his relationship with Dean.

Command Me to Be Well by PorcupineGirl

After the events of Fan Fiction led them to confess their feelings, Dean and Castiel spend their first night together. Dean is thrilled to discover that Cas’s interests align nicely with his…

“That is what I what I want, Dean Winchester.” He leaned in until their foreheads were touching, their noses brushing, their mouths a scant half an inch apart. Dean could feel Castiel’s breath on his lips. “To worship you.”

Dances With Bees by shiphitsthefan 

There is no First Blade. No Mark of Cain. No Ezekiel or Metatron or Trials or Purgatory. There is Dean, and there is Baby, and there is Cas, and all three are worse for wear.

“In which Dean is not a bee, Cas is not a flower, and the image of Cas’ left hand on a radio dial and a hole in the knee of his scrubs will haunt your every waking moment for eternity. YOU’RE WELCOME."―Thank you for helping write the summary, Betty.

Every Last First by Areiton

Somewhere along the way, Cas stopped being an ally, a friend.
Now, he was simply everything.

Heat of the Moment by RipUpTheEnding

In which Sam plans a family vacation at a horse ranch, Cas gets his first human illness (sort of), and Dean finally pulls his stupid alpha head out of his ass.

How To Repel Ghosts by clockworkrobots

“There’s things, there’s…people, feelings that I—I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time.”

(A coda for 10.16 and 10.17)

Kisses by Sunflower Beds by fanforfanatic 

Cas can’t bring Dean back. But he can’t be without him. So Cas leaves to meet versions of Dean he hasn’t come across before. Dean at three as a snotty toddler. At eight as a grubby child. At fifteen when he’s already damaged. Cas travels through time to meet Dean throughout his life, different version of the man and Cas loves every single one.

Made Manifest by schmerzerling

Wherein Castiel defied God for Dean before Dean even knew his name.

Mysteries. by orange_crushed

But if God is not gone entirely, if God is not blind, then God knows about this, too. He might be the only one who can hear it: the inaudible rumbling in Castiel’s heart, restless and aching like an empty stomach.

Negotiating the Spot by shiphitsthefan

"They lie there in a comfortable silence for a while, Dean on his back with his eyes closed and Cas on his side curled around him. Eventually, Cas’ back starts to hurt, and his arm starts going numb beneath the pillow, squashed by the weight of his head and the odd angle. This is becoming a common problem when they cuddle after sex, and Cas doesn’t understand why.”

The wet spot on the bed often poses a problem once the afterglow subsides, but rarely does it offer solutions.

A prequel to Under Honor; Honor-Bound; Until the Stars, but can easily be read as a stand-alone fic.

Once Upon A Dream by jujubiest

Everybody-Dean included-attributes Castiel’s awkward staring and lack of appreciation for personal space to his lack of understanding when it comes to humans. Funny thing, though: Cas never invades Bobby’s personal space, or Sam’s. Why is Dean different? Maybe there’s something everyone is missing.

Orange You Glad by shiphitsthefan

Dean hates farmers markets and everything that they stand for. However, following a conversation with a new friend, an aptly-timed epiphany, and some impromptu pie-sharing, Dean’s definitely rethinking that opinion.

Racing (And Other Reasons to Sweat) by Carrieosity (dcj)

Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into jobs and everyday life, though, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a triathlon relay team. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.

Dean is not an “athlete.” He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.

RWND by Bookkbaby

Months after the events of REC, Cas is ready to move forward.

Sleeves by saltyfeathers

The Family Business Tattoo Parlor gets a new customer.

Something Like This by AlizarinDreams

PWP continuation of Missing the Point. Really. That’s it.

Steal my Breath by Sincestiel

“Tighter, Dean, please,” Cas urges throwing his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. Dean squeezes. He doesn’t know why Cas wants this or even what the appeal is, but he always comes harder when he’s struggling to breathe.

Study Break by relucant

“Stop whining,” Cas said. “Finish your outline and we’ll go. There’s beer at the apartment. We’ll put on Star Wars and pretend we never set foot in the library over break.”

“Castiel Novak,” Dean said, putting his hand to his heart, “you are the wind beneath my wings.”

“Idiot,” Cas said affectionately, hoping Dean didn’t notice the hot flush creeping up his neck. He snatched his pen back and returned to his paper.

They worked in silence for several minutes, punctuated only by Dean’s occasional groans of boredom. Finally he pushed his laptop away and opened his mouth to complain when another clap of thunder shook the walls, much louder than before, and the lights flickered briefly.

Stupid with a Flare Gun by remmyme

“Look,” Dean grits, pinching at the bridge of his nose, “You’ve got a body. Yourbody.” (Castiel, not long ago; “Jimmy…his soul was not returned to me.”) “You’re gonna damn well learn how to use it.” The hunter reaches under the seat to jerk at the lever, sliding back the whole of the front bench and badly startling Castiel with the unexpected jolt of movement. “And, hate to break it to you, but this town’s really not that big. You just got yourself kicked out of the only joint that’s got the professionals at work.”

Dean twists to lean against the car door, pulling up a leg to lay across the seat. The moment stretches, silent and tense.

“I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he says, voice gruff, “but I’ll talk you through it.”

Summer Blue Skies by destimushi (cockles au)

“You really should have just given him what he wanted.” The man circled around Jensen leisurely, as if taking a stroll in the park, and stopped right before him. Eyes the colour of a clear summer sky stared back at him. “But…maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t because now I get what I want.”

The mission was to infiltrate. Jensen knew the consequences of capture, and when it happened, he was ready to die for his country. Misha Collins was the master of torture, and it shouldn’t be difficult to hate him, but the interrogator was hot and cold, and Jensen soon found the boundaries between love and hate blurring.

Take Your Time by smallhorizons

Written for bottom!cas Wednesday on Tumblr.

Basically: Dean takes his time opening up Cas with his tongue and fingers before he finally slips inside and gives Cas what he wants.

The Sweetest Taste by habitatfordeanwinchester

“I assure you that I can feel and taste things just as well as you can, if not more so.”

“You’ve spent centuries as a, what do you call it, fucking celestial wavelength? You can’t possibly tell me that you think you’re a greater authority on hot chocolate.”

***

In which Dean and Castiel argue about hot chocolate.

to be made of stars by ftera

Castiel Novak is infuriating. He can’t finish an art project without making a huge mess, his typically charcoal colored fingers leave smears along household objects, he makes fun of Dean all the time, and he’s a perfectionist about everything.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Dean’s in way over his head, because someone like him doesn’t deserve someone like Cas.

(Of course, that’s not to say it won’t stop him from trying.)

It starts out, as most things don’t, with a drawing.

We Love Camp Campbell by feelsnotfeelings

Dean Winchester arrives at Camp Campbell baggage in tow. Freshly dumped and fresh out of rehab, a summer romance is the last thing he needs. Until he meets Castiel Novak.

Featuring: bonfires, movie marathons, nosy coworkers, brotherly bonding, and Jody forcibly pulling Dean’s head out of his ass.

Wordplay by Dangerousnotbroken 

“I don’t understand why talking dirty is such a big deal for you humans,” Cas complains, apropos of nothing.

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.9

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Word count: 4.3k

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9



“You lied to me!” the 15yr old Jungkook screeched in agony. He couldn’t stop the salty tears from streaming down his puffy face, as he looked at his older brother with pure hatred.

Jin, lifelessly looked at his youngest sibling and sighed in an annoyed tone, “What was I supposed to tell you?”

“The truth!” the doe eyed boy spat.

“It doesn’t work like that Jungkook, especially in this family.”

“Family?!” Jungkook laughed, sounding as if he had gone insane. “You think I’d call this a family?!”

At that, Jin closed his eyes in frustration – he knew that it was never easy for any of them to find out the truth, but Jungkook was by far taking it the worse. He recalled the others had shown great anger momentarily, but then they would get over it. Hell, even him himself hadn’t shown any emotions when his father told him the truth about his own mother. But maybe that was because Jungkook was different from the rest of them. He still… felt emotion, he still cared for others, and hadn’t become a cold-hearted machine that followed orders like the rest of them did.

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On A Scale of One to Ten

Anon Requested: Lily starts falling for an insecure, yet charming crippled james, and naturally when his injury is miraculously recovered, girls throw themselves at him. (Healer!Lily/Auror!James AU)

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“You have to let me see him.”

The desperate plea that came from the intruder’s lips was wrought with emotion as he pushed past a startled Lily Evans to the bed where a badly wounded man sat awaiting the Healer visit—Lily’s visit. Instead of assessing what had brought the man into the rehabilitation ward in the first place, Lily was assessing the boy who had come charging into the room like the patient was on his deathbed.

The bloke (not the injured one) flew into the hospital ward only moments before Lily, taking out two guards and a door with the flick of his wand. He wore a leather traveling cloak and his wand was tucked in the black bun stop his head. The boy was handsome with black hair, grey eyes, and perfect cheekbones. His pale skin was akin to the models she saw in Witch Weekly but his expression was less sensual and more roguish.

The boy stared down at the man in bed, exasperated, “Your owl left out the part where Alice Longbottom buzzed your hair off, you look ridiculous.”

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INTRUDER JUNGKOOK PART 2

Read part 1 here 

*not edited*

Warning: Smoking and violence.



You sat in your living room, clutching your phone tightly in your hand as you forced a tight smile on your face at the uninvited (and unwelcome) bartender and his companion, who were sitting right opposite you, a ground table separating you.

“Can I help you?” You finally asked, glancing at the clock. 12:06 AM.

“Yes, please y/n.” You turned around to look at him when you heard his voice. “You’re the only one who can help me.” He said, an unreadable expression on his face. His companion snickered softly before going completely silent again.

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you high?”

At your question, they let out a demonic laugh. One that made you very uncomfortable and sadly, confirmed your suspicion. They were definitely high.

“Of course we’re fucking high y/n. I’m the fucking bartender, what did you expect? I just want you to help me get off this high, you know?” He pouted and rolled his eyes to the back of his head to make some sort of a twisted point.

“I don’t think there is anything I can do to help you.” You said in a clearly displeased tone of voice. “I suggest you-“

“Didn’t you fucking hear me?” he interrupted you. “You’re the only one who can help me y/n! please, huh? Just tonig-“ He started coughing wildly before he could complete what he was going to say.

You frowned at his disorderly conduct. “Okay, just in case you didn’t fucking notice, I don’t work in a rehab.” You shot back.

“Watch your tongue, bitch.”

You were shocked to silence, your mouth slightly open in an effort to say something, only your mind was completely blank as you digested his words. He did not just…

“Excuse me?” You finally scoffed out of disbelief.

“You heard me. Watch your tongue before I choke you with my di-”

“ENOUGH!” You put your hand up, silencing him. It was at that moment you decided you wanted these men out of your house by hook or by crook. You were now vaguely aware of his intention of coming to you- with a friend- and this was getting really dangerous. You took a deep breath and casually put your phone in your pocket. “I think you need some water. Shall I get you some?” You asked him, getting up and walking to the kitchen before he could reply.

“Sure, doll. Get me some water.”

You tuned out their barbaric laugh as you started brainstorming about the possibilities. There was no way you could take on two grown men in a physical fight. Running out of the front door was too risky, they would catch up in no time. The only thing you could do was to try and stall time until help comes.


Until Jungkook comes.


You felt your eyes getting slightly wet with unshed tears as you silently cursed yourself.

If only you had listened to him and stayed the hell away from this guy.

You quickly took out your phone hiding behind the fridge to call Jungkook. Only, when you took it out, there were several missed calls and texts lined up from him already. You opened the latest text.



You let out a silent cry.

You had done just that. You had let these guys in. How stupid could you have been? Panic was slowly taking over your body but you reminded yourself that he was coming. You had to stall them till then, at the very least. You started typing a message to Jungkook to let him know what had happened.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Your hands froze on the screen as you felt him breath right behind your ear.

“I asked you something doll. What the fuck are you doing?” He breathed directly into your ear and you whimpered out of fear. He suddenly stepped away from you, snatching your phone as he began reading the messages in your phone.

“Ahh, it was that brat we bumped into huh? I was wondering where I’d seen that insolent shit before.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling on it harshly. You let out a painful grunt.

He pulled on your hair and dragged you out of the kitchen and into the living room where his friend was lighting a cigarette. He looked up and raised an eyebrow.


The bartender shrugged.  “The bitch was calling up her boyfriend. She needs to be taught a lesson.”


He dragged you further and released you with a violent push on the sofa. You fell down with a thud, clutching your head in pain.

“You think we are scared of that brat?” The bartender scoffed as he lit up his own cigarette and took in a long drag, looking at you. “He is too full of himself. Who the fuck is he huh? Your boyfriend? Hah! Like that matters to me.” He spat out. “He could glare at me all day and I still wouldn’t give a shit. Let him come here. Let him see me take you right here in front of him.” He breathed out, smiling like a maniac.

Your eyes snapped open to look at him with all the anger you could muster. “Don’t you dare touch me, you fucktard. I swear to god I will cut your dick into fucking pieces if you come near me.” You said, your voice shaking with anger.

Shock passed over his face before fury completely took over and he picked you up by the front of your tee and brought his hand down hard on your cheek. You bit down on your lips to stop yourself from crying out. He let go of your tee, letting you take a step back before he slapped you again. Hard.
You cried out this time, tasting metal. You knew that the side of your mouth was bleeding. You held your cheek as you fell down on your knees, disoriented.

“Shit! Who told you to talk back to me huh? Now look what you’ve done. Poor girl, you’re even bleeding…” He took a step forward but before anyone could process what was happening, a hand came on his neck and pushed him back into the wall.

Jungkook.

It was Jungkook. His eyes were red with rage. He was breathing heavily and the muscles of his arms were expanding and contracting as his hand tightened around the man’s neck.

You looked through the corner of your eye as the man’s companion (who hid in the kitchen) took out a kitchen knife and slowly started making his way towards Jungkook.


Oh hell no.


You mustered whatever strength you had and crawled closer to the man, who surprisingly didn’t take any notice of you, and lay flat on your back breathing deeply once and then twice before lifting your leg and kicking him hard in the nuts. His face contorted with pain as he dropped the knife and fell beside you.  You took that moment to take the knife in your hand, turn it around and hit his head hard with the blunt end. The man grunted as the pain hit him and passed out within minutes. You looked up to see Jungkook still choking the bartender  without having moved in inch. You tried to get up but the pain hit you again, with greater intensity this time and you could only croak out a little, “Jungkook..”

As soon as he heard your voice, he let the man go who fell to the ground with a thud, his body limp. 

Jungkook ran to you and took you in his arms as you closed your eyes, your head still disoriented,  but hugged him as close as you could. Within seconds, you could feel your hair getting wet as Jungkook started shaking with sobs, all the while apologising to you.

“He hit you…he hit you. I am so sorry I left you alone y/n…”

Your own tears threatened to spill but you held back and brought your hand up and down his back to soothe him down.

“Thank you for coming to me, Jungkook. Thank you for saving my life.”

Jungkook pulled away, shaking his head. His eyes were red from crying and his hair was sticking to his face from all the sweat and at that moment you thought that he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

Before you could open your mouth to say something, your front door burst open and two police officers ran in, one of which you knew very well.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jeon Jungkook! Did you kill him?” Namjoon bent on one knee as he hurried to check the man’s pulse before he sighed in relief. “Shit, he’s alive.”

Jungkook frowned beside you as he held you closer. “He is?”

You let out a small laugh and slapped his chest lightly before moving out of his arms and getting up. Jungkook got up too as Namjoon came towards you. He looked at you state and gasped.

“He hit you?!” Namjoon asked you incredulously.

You shrugged. “Yeah well, I told him I’d cut off his dick if he came near me so he went all maniac shit on me.”

Namjoon gulped. “Right. What about this one?” He pointed to the companion.

“Oh yeah, that one I actually hit in the nuts.”

Jungkook scoffed as he hugged you from behind, “Serves him right.”

Namjoon chuckled nervously. “Right. I don’t think my help is required anymore. I’ll take these guys to the hospital and then to the station.” He pointed towards you. “You will also come to the hospital right away, y/n.”

You fake saluted him, “Yessir.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as he turned around to signal his partner to pick the other guy  up. As he bent forward to pick the bartender up , you could see the look in his eyes change. “How dare you fucking hit a woman, you sick bastard? I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” He said as he picked him up and took him out of your house to his car.

Jungkook held your hand. “Let’s go, Namjoon-hyung will give me us lift to the hospital.”

You nodded. “You can let go of my hand now baby, I’m okay.” You reassured him.

He shook his head as he held on tighter.

“Never again.”



Okay so major bt- I wrote this thrice in word and lost it thrice because my mac was being a bitch and hanging every 5 seconds. 

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Inferno-loop

Imagine: Dean coming to find you

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: May I ask for an imagine? Something with..lots of fluff and comfort, helping with therapy or something of the sorts. But maybe reader goes into hiding? Then when they get found, it’s a ton of drunk cuddles, and just lots of recovery fluff. You can chose the person <3 whoever you think is best

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: language, a little angst

A/N: @legend-o-zelda sorry this took awhile, hun! Hope you like it!

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Imagine having your first argument with Sherlock since you started dating.

“I don’t understand why are doing this! I actually cannot believe you’re doing this to us and pretend that nothing happened,” you yelled furiously, trying to make Sherlock change his mind.

“It’s for a case!” He replied waving his hands in the air and glaring at you.

“It’s always for a case, Sherlock. Always!” You yelled once more and finger pointed at him. “Next time, Sherlock. I swear you that next time your case is going to be your death!”

“I don’t care! Remind me when I’ll be six feet underground!” He roared with his face full of rage. “I think that I would prefer to be dead than to spend time with you.”

You glared at him as tears suddenly filled your eyes. “I don’t know what are you thinking about when you’re doing this to you. Sherlock, we are talking about your health,” you tried to convince him but he waved his hand in denial. “God, Sherlock! Would you make me a favour?” You shouted and he turned his gaze to you. “Stop using, at least do it for your job. Because I know that you love it more than me.”

He sighed and walked towards the door. He opened it and finger pointed at the staircase. “Bye-bye.”

You looked at him in disbelief. How could he do that to you? He obviously was mad at you. You had no other choice than walk out and head to your house and cry the rest of the night. “Alright,” you said firmly as you rushed to the door. Once outside the flat, before walking down the stairs, you looked at him in the eyes. “Good luck with the rehab and if it doesn’t work I’ll see you at your funeral,” you said as your voice broke.

“I’ll be waiting for you then,” he replied with no expression on his face and slammed the door.

You knew this was not going to last forever because he needed you. At least, he needed your presence since he always reminded you that he would never let you go.

You grabbed your phone and dialled John.

“Hi, John. It’s me.”

“Hey…just a question,” he paused, you frowned and touched your eyes. “Are you crying?”

“No, I’m not,” you lied and tried to put yourself together. “I just want to let you know that he’s using.”

“And that means that you have just argued, doesn’t it?” He worried more about you than about Sherlock since he knew he could hurt anyone when he was high.

Instead of answering the question, you just sighed. “Goodbye John,” you said and hung up. Then, you walked down the stairs and headed home as you cried.

Even if you were the one who was hurt, Sherlock seemed to be it a bit too. He just laid down on his armchair in fetal position and tightly closed his eyes blaming himself.

Yellow: Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam Winchester is fresh out of rehab after overdosing and scaring his family half to death. High school isn’t the best place to recover, but there’s something about the new girl that gets him through the day.

Tags: AU: High School, punk!sam, Dean is only one year older than Sam, Mary is alive, horribly awkward teenagers with big ole crushes on each other.

Trigger Warnings: past drug abuse/overdose, drug addiction, depression, past parental death mention

Words: 2577

A/N: Finally, the Sam installment to my Punk AU collection. *Sam is more depressed than scary/angry*

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oh man go wild with the daemon au, nurture it, do never stop because holy crap it's perfect ur perfect ily

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(part one) (part two)

Andrew is waiting for Neil in the stairwell, Amaranth a silent shadow at his side. They’re mirrors of one another – her still for the first time Neil can remember, Andrew’s propped pose for once not put on.

Andrew has always been a deft hand at pretending to be sober while flirting with the crash of withdrawal, but Amaranth is no actress. This is unmistakeably something else, beyond the dull cast of Andrew’s face.

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Pain

Requested by Anon
Warnings: mentions of suicide, refusal to eat (ED?), mentions of abuse, cursing
Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Reader
Description: Lip sees that there’s something going on with the reader so he tries to help them
A/N: This was supposed to be a lot sadder but like it’s fluffy in the end promise


Lip, if you could actually say it, was the love of your life. You’d met him in college, and helped him through his tough time. You were there for him when he went to rehab, and you made sure he was doing good. You’d hurt yourself if you saw him in pain, but he needed you and that’s all that mattered.

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The Broken Family (addict!sister!reader x sherlock x mycroft)

A/N: Hey, so here it is! New fanfic! What? The request did say ’need the angst’ so here it is, also I’m a bit sorry for making Sherlock be such a dick in this, also Mycroft is a bit not good and reader as well. Greg on the other hand is love. Tell me if you need a sequel, if you’d want to see where reader goes, or request how it should end. Hopefully this doesn’t suck. I worked hard on this one, made three different stories, but this turned out as the winner.

Request: Hey, can I request something? Could you please write a Sherlock x addict reader to turn the tables? I love sister!Reader inserts because Sherlock is usually less empathic with his siblings but it could be a friend!reader or whatever pops in your mind, I just NEED the angst, haha! Thanks in advance!

Warnings: Lots of angst and drugs, emotionally incapable to manage family drama Holmes’, even the reader.

The call Greg Lestrade had received brought havoc to the Scotland Yard. The detective inspector had not seen his men this active in months and a simple phone call had got all his subordinates on their toes and anxious. The said inspector had tried to find a drug den, the very heart of British paradise for drug addicts, but failed countless of times. This lead they had got though sounded very promising and matched to so many conclusions and other clues the Yard already had so Lestrade had no option but to check the place. He also wanted to see by his own eyes and be the one to finish this case if it was what they were looking for.

Lestrade arrived with numerous police cars as escort to an abandoned building. The sirens had been muted so the cops had an opportunity for an ambush, to catch as many druggies as possible and hopefully a dealer or two. That of course was mostly wishful thinking, but you never knew who would be in there. And that made the cases interesting, risky but very addicting to someone like Greg Lestrade who was desperate to solving cases. He already got questioned by almost everyone when he asked for a consulting detective’s help, that was he capable of doing his job, which he was, but to prove it to his colleagues constantly got to his nerves. This was the moment to shine.

The inspector went in with the first row of men, gun at hand, alert for what would be to come to him. He went up stairs with a quick pace, his men right behind him. He could hear his heart beat rise, so familiar and pleasing feeling of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he approached a wide messy room. The floor was filled with empty needles, plastic wraps and joints, companied with dirty clothes and mattresses. On those mattresses there were about seven young people, dozing off, hidden under their blankets, and hopefully all alive. It got depressing in matter of seconds when there would be a deceased kid’s body under the covers and to contact the parents was always something that took a high amount of pleasure points off of the accomplished case.

Lestrade howled the youngsters awake, lowered his gun, seeing the state they were in and informing his men to keep on searching from the other rooms. He waited until all the seven people got up, struggling to their feet, wobbling towards the door. An ambulance had been brought with the police cars as well and was ready to use. The nurses were ready to check on the zombified youngsters as they had been informed how many of them there were. Lestrade could be proud of himself now and he felt rather jolly, the emotion almost already reaching his face that he tried to contain to seem professional when his eyes landed on a figure, a familiar one that ran his blood cold.

”Oh, for the love of god.” He sighed, half grunted and knew this would make things much worse.

You were unaware of what was going on. You had no idea what had happened in the world that surrounded you, but then again how could you? You had shut out everything, creating this bubble that kept you in until all you had taken wore off and just then could you see the damage you caused. That of course happened much later from now, but you started to get the hang of it when you woke up to hear someone yelling the loud booming of the voice only became clearer as you came around. You were slightly dizzy, like half asleep but still aware of the surroundings, your eyes droopy and eye sight blurry, but your ears worked well enough for you to figure out what was to happen.

Your ears picked up with the shouting that became clearer and clearer, the loud mumble turning to muffled words and then loud muttering, until you were able to make out words. The first thing you were able to make out was your name, and the sound started getting closer. Your eyes couldn’t fix on the figure approaching you, but the blurry figure was something too familiar to you. The voice calling you cleared as well and you became certain who it belonged to.

When your eyesight came back to normal they met the inspector’s worried but angered eyes and you waved awkwardly back at him, a tired smile on your lips as you innocently greeted the man.

”(Y/n) Holmes.” Greg muttered in defeat. He had been a little doubtful that it really was you, since your hair was messy and your clothes nothing like the regular ones you wore. The high quality clothes that you dressed in, very Holmes kind of style, compared to the sweat pants and a big covering hoodie made you look unfamiliar, to you as well.

Greg was now just beside you, his hands on your shoulders, but they left your body just when you had started to feel them on you and he swirled around in frustration and then called for his men. This case would not see the headlines. and he took his phone out. Lestrade made a call that didn’t much please you. He knew he needed some help with hiding this said case from seeing the daylight and then there was you, then again it was only for you he had to do this in the first place. To your misfortune and fortune he ended up calling Mycroft.

You didn’t get much along with Sherlock. You didn’t know why, was it because he was as troubled as you, or that he was so concerned with his own life he couldn’t bother himself by adding you to it, not to mention even bothering to ask how you were doing which he did with Mycroft. Then there was Mycroft who seemed like he didn’t care about anyone, but it wasn’t true. He had always been the one behind the family, concerned of all of you being torn apart and getting separated. He held it together. Or tried to at least. That of course could be one of the reasons Sherlock couldn’t stand you. You got along with Mycroft so well and maybe Sherlock just wasn’t up for the task as to earn your trust? It didn’t matter though, you were old enough to make your own decisions and you had got this far without Sherlock’s care. You could do so for the rest of your life as well.

”I thought it’s better you clean this mess up and do me a favor, yeah? Try to get some sense in this ones head.” Greg glared at you. You had sat down at the end of the stairs right opposite the front door that had been pulled open. You had managed to get down stairs with Greg’s help and the house had been cleared from all the other users, only leaving you with Lestrade inside. The bright daylight cast it’s golden light on the floor in front of you and barely reaching the tip of your shoes. You kept your eyes on the floor for now, resembling of a misbehaved child while their guardian was figuring how to punish you.

”Is that really a good idea?” Greg worriedly furrowed his brows. This alarmed you. For a second you thought of running. If Mycroft would be to sent you to rehab, or worse, tell your parents about what you’ve been up to you would rather die. As panic reached your features Greg raised his hand in a supporting and calming gesture, signaling everything was alright. ”Okay, what ever you see fit.” Greg said back to Mycroft in a rush, clearly Mycroft had started threatening the inspector and Greg went to assure your older brother that there would be no need for that. He would let Mycroft deal with all this his way, not stopping him even by stating his own opinion.

Finally ending the call that felt like it had lasted for an hour, Lestrade approached you and took a stand a meter in between the two of you, he looked down for a second, his shadow that was cast upon the daylight reached your knees, then tried to reach your eye contact which you avoided with all cost. He let out a sigh, his hands stuffed in his pockets. ”You okay?” He decided to be gentle and even a bit understanding when he approached you, but you couldn’t actually say you were thankful of it. You really didn’t care what Greg said or thought. You were going to hear a lecture sooner or later anyways so there was no need for him to give you his sympathy if there were any in a sincere way.

”Well this wasn’t my first time if that’s what you’re asking.” You remarked and eyed the wall with narrowed eyes.

”Did your brothers even know about this?” Lestrade dismissed your comment, but you knew it made him think. Of course this would affect him in a distant way. He knew almost your whole family and their secrets and now would be to ad yours to top all your brothers. Most likely not so pleasant but he was just being human and doing his job.

You didn’t say anything for a minute. Your expression softened slightly, turning to sadness, but not leaving the wall you tried to find interesting. The dark wallpaper, almost molded green color, just brought even more negative thoughts to your mind and you couldn’t help but ask, ”What’d he say?”

Lestrade shifted uncomfortably and looked away. You turned to look at him, to question him what could be so bad, but your eyes wondered to the door way, over Greg’s shoulder and you saw a tall, lean figure making it’s way to the door. The sunlight blurred the vision for a good while, until the man was right at the door, his raged expression showing. You could feel your body being forced upwards and your scowl was replaced with panic, sadness and hurt. You wanted to flee from your spot right now, hoping for Mycroft to follow behind your other brother, but knew you would need to settle for Sherlock.

”You have any idea what you have done?” Sherlock fumed, his body swaying as he walked fast next to Lestrade. ”I have other problems to tend to and you decide to do this now?” You flinched at Sherlock’s hard words, your head had started aching just now, or you had just realized it, and your whole composure screamed how vulnerable you were as you lowered your head and brought your shoulders closer to each other.

”I was this close solving an important case when I get a call from Mycroft about your little misbehavior.” Sherlock had never looked so scary and angry, not when it was pointed to you and you couldn’t even do anything to protect yourself. You could barely stand on your own feet. It was overwhelming and even if you had never been in good terms with Sherlock he had never been this aggressive towards you and it only made you distance yourself further from him in a psychical level.

”What if you’d calm down a little?” Lestrade suggested but his eyes never left yours. He had seen your state and knew you were about to break. He could read you well, even if you had heard how much Sherlock looked down on him you knew Greg wasn’t stupid. He at least could sense your fear and unstable status unlike Sherlock.

Sherlock turned his head to the inspector in a sharp swish, glaring at the man and hissed, ”What are you even doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be out there, hurrying your men out of here while I have to clean this mess?” And with that Lestrade decided it was better to just scattle and not start an argument. He nodded towards you and left.

”Why didn’t Mycroft come?” You finally dared to talk back, not sure was it a good idea but did it anyway.

”He’s far too busy for this nonsense.” Sherlock rolled his eyes. ”Something of me giving you a big scare to wake you up.” He muttered.

”Why did you even come?” You whispered mostly to yourself. Your hands were balled in fists and your head hang low. You knew you were close to the breaking point and couldn’t keep yourself together any longer.

”You think he gave me a choice?” Sherlock mocked. ”I know you and Mycroft are best friends, but you do still have some sense in you, at least I hope you do. If he wants something to happen he will make sure it does.”

”You’re Sherlock Holmes, you could’ve found a way around it! You’ve avoided responsibility before so don’t blame me for being here! I’m sure Mycroft is just pissed that he has to deal with all the shit we cause to the family. And all the crap you make him go through.” You muttered the last part and crossed your arms. You didn’t care if you were now acting childish, Sherlock wouldn’t scold you for that unlike Mycroft and you were counting on it.

”I am causing trouble?” Sherlock snapped back.

”Yes, you!” You groaned.

Sherlock chuckled sarcastically and smiled doubtingly. ”I’m not the one with needle marks bruising my skin.”

”Not now.” You corrected. You looked at your brother, both of you glaring at each other like two kids having a stare contest. ”Isn’t this all too familiar to you?” You asked and tried to get him to see the situation how it was and how it all had happened before, but not this way.

”Hey, looks like we aren’t that different after all! We could even get high together some time! You probably know and even make better shit that I have ever dreamed of!” Shock took over Sherlock. You had just hit him under the belt but there was no going back now. You had witnessed Sherlock playing before and you would do the same. You could hurt him there where he hurt others by stating the obvious.

He looked back at you, eyes wide and puzzled by your sudden rage. ”I guess Mycroft sent you so you could see what he had to deal with when you were using. Oh how the tables turn.” You sassed and tried to keep the tears in. You tried to hide the pain with your sass and hurtful comments, but you had been through an awful night and it had started to come down on you. ”I hope Mycroft had come instead of you. If he cares about your wellbeing and comes for you when you need him, why didn’t he come for me?” You sobbed.

You looked down, unable to keep the tears away that now rolled down your cheeks and dropped to the floor. ”You both are so stupid.” You cried out with a soft and silent voice. ”You say Mycroft is my best friend, but what kind of friend sends someone as cruel and inhuman person to comfort the other, huh?” You could hear Sherlock take a step closer to you, but you backed away, he called your name softly. ”No!” You snapped. ”Leave me alone! I don’t ever want to see you or Mycroft! Ever again!” And with that you dashed out, past Sherlock and disappeared to the near woods.

Reasons Why (BTS Reaction to their S/O Deciding not to Drink Alcohol) *REQUEST*

A/N: My first request! I had a lot of trouble with this as the idea wasn’t my own, but it was fun! Just letting everyone know that I did this because this anon was the first ask I ever received on tumblr. It was special and I was excited about it. My requests aren’t currently going anywhere as I’m currently still in the process of writing two series. I MIGHT open up my requests, but that depends. It’s a pretty big MIGHT. 

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Fandom: BTS

Genre: Reactions/Fluff

Summary: BTS reactions/interactions to your decision to not drink alcohol. Each member’s reader has a different reason. 


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The Act of Recovery

Summary: When Dan arrived at the household of the newest recovering drug addict, he expected it to be the same mundane, but important work that he had committed to a few years back. What he didn’t expect was that his whole life would be turned around one tentative step at a time, and what was supposed to be his work would become his own salvation.

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Word count: 35.1k

Trigger warnings: Drugs, Alcohol, Swearing, Minor Physical Violence, Minor character death, Emotional abuse, Homophobic slurs

A/N: Off, it’s finally here, my Phandom Big Bang fic! I had this idea before the PBB but hadn’t gotten around to writing it but I’m kind of glad that I ended up writing it as part of this though it meant that I had to wait to post it :’) I had highly underestimated how long this would end up being, too, ahaha, but I don’t regret it one bit!

A huge thank you to my beta @starryskylester and my artist @mravrich who were my team within this event and who were absolutely wonderful (And honestly, the Beta-ing made this fic so much more than it would’ve been otherwise!). A heartfelt thank you to @dancestz without whom I don’t think it would have written this as good. And from the very bottom of my heart I want to thank @philscurls who was my writing buddy through a big part throughout this fic! <3 And of course to @gevaudanrises and @parentaladvisorybullshitcontent who were both stuck listening to me rant about it through this whole time :‘D And thank you to @snowbunnylester for the help with the title!

Thank you so much <3 And I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :’)

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